Page 89 of Ghost Note

He was Danny the rock star, the man who, given the chance, might fix it.

With a glance to where the driver was, I saw the black screen sliding across to block him out. Thank God for that. I wasn’t sure I would have been able to stop myself, audience or not.

Danny didn’t say a word as he came closer, dropping down on his knees in front of me, his hands sliding smoothly under my arse and pulling me to the edge of the seat. My jeans creaked against the leather, and Danny’s handsome smirk stole what was left of my heart for him to take.

“Unbutton your shirt for me,” he commanded quietly.

I did as he asked without question, freeing myself slowly until the edges hung open.

“Take it off.”

I did that, too, leaning forward and sliding it down my arms. Once it was gone, I sat back and waited for my next order.

His nostrils flared, and he inhaled slowly, those hungry eyes trailing over my skin as he squeezed my arse in his hands and pulled me back and forth in subtle waves.

“Leave your bra on but take your tits out. Push them together and let me look at them.”

I swallowed, the fire in my stomach being stoked by his words, but I did as he asked, carefully cupping my breasts and pulling them out of my bra until they were there on display, only a breath away from his lips.

Danny’s mouth curled, and heat lit up his eyes. “Deciding how to fuck you tonight has been the hardest decision I’ve had to make in a long time.”

His mouth dropped to my nipple, wrapping it up in wet heat that had my head rolling back as I pushed down into the leather again. That tongue of his was precise, curling around the tight bud, flicking and licking until those jolts of pleasure were shooting straight down into my clit and making me want to cry out for his dick to be inside me. He took his time, moving from one to the other until I forced a hand into his thick hair and pulled it back.

I pleaded with my eyes, which only made his lips curl around my nipple.

That’s right. I need you inside me.

He got to work slowly, freeing me from the confines of my stupid jeans while keeping his assault on my tits. Whenever his bright eyes flashed up, filled with arousal and amusement, I wanted to both kiss and slap him. I was horny and desperate, needing to caress him while he ruined me.

“Please, Danny. Please,” I whispered.

“Hmm,” he hummed against me before his mouth trailed down my stomach.

He took pleasure in my torture, and I was kicking myself out of those jeans in a huff before I could stop myself. He took my thong down next, running a firm finger over my wet clit as he went, making me buck and gasp beneath him.

“I’ve never seen you this demanding,” he mumbled between kisses that he dropped over my thighs, nipping the skin there until I was twitching and writhing again. “I’m so fucking hard for you, Zee.”

Dropping his head between my thighs, he looked up at me, his tongue trapped between his teeth before he pushed my legs farther apart and unleashed a single, slow, firm lick up and over my clit.

My stomach tensed, legs shook, and my insides clenched. I pushed my hands into my hair and dug my nails into my scalp, my breaths heavy and panting. God, I needed that. I needed that and more, or my nerve endings were going to explode with frustration.

“I wish I could take a picture of this view to keep forever,” he whispered, before he did the same again: one long, slow, painfully torturous lick that had my body reacting again. “Beg me again, and I’ll give you anything you want,” he whispered, sucking at my clit with his beautiful lips and precise tongue.

“Please, Danny.”

“Please, what?”

“Make me come.”

He groaned against me, closing his eyes. A single digit went inside, and I clenched around it. His finger twisted, slow and precise, teasing me into a build-up I thought would last forever as his tongue turned my clit to fire. I got into a rhythm, riding against him, unable to stop the natural reactions to his touch when he began to thrust his fingers in and out of me at a faster pace. There were two in there now. Two soon turned to three until I was full of him, his hand pounding against me and knocking the air from my lungs.

I was hanging on by a thread, my panting rising into low moans and heavy grunts that had me digging my nails into the leather until he looked up from under his perfect fucking eyebrows and held my gaze.

As soon as his lips parted, and I knew he was as lost in me as I was him, I came undone around his fingers, my entire body tensing in his hold. My toes curled, stomach tightened, and a wave of undeniable ecstasy washed over me.

He lapped it up, the sounds he was making still turning me on, which felt impossible considering how sated I was now that the ebbs of my orgasm floated through my veins and brought my heart rate down from the danger zone it had been dancing around in.

I didn’t have time to bathe in it before Danny placed a hand on my stomach, and one under my arse. He flipped me over until my chest was pressed against the leather, making it squeak against my damp skin. He slid a finger through the results of my orgasm, trailing up over the raised cheeks of my arse before he brought his hand down and slapped a cheek hard.

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